Jorg Morawitz is a Malkavian who leads a cult called The Conclave of Luminance, with the purpose of either confronting the Methuselah Nissiku or serving him.
Biography[]
MORTAL DAYS: WAR NEVER CHANGES[]
What Jorg lacked in learning and emotional support as a child, he made up for with his convictions and sense of right and wrong. Jorg had just graduated from high school, and another night of hard drinking by his mother and her latest lover rapidly descended into screaming and threats of violence. A shrill cry for help sent Jorg running upstairs, finding his brother cowering in the bathroom, and his mother slumped on the floor of her bedroom, her face red from a punch delivered by her partner. The bastard raised his hand to beat her again, but Jorg intervened, twisting and breaking the man’s wrist. Jorg’s mother begged for him to leave, fearing that if he remained he would surely be killed.
For Jorg, compulsory civil service in the Bundeswehr, the Federal Defence Force, beckoned. As part of his deployment within a peacekeeping force, Jorg saw service in Afghanistan. He served as an engineer, constructing infrastructure, hospitals, and schools for local communities and NATO forces.
As with many soldiers, Jorg found the duties and routines of service an endless tedium punctuated by bouts of sheer terror. One night, on patrol, he and his detachment were simply to confirm the security of an important archeological site. As they walked through the ruins, a scout radioed in a discovery of several bodies, apparently mauled by wild animals. The soldiers cautiously converged on the location, only to find themselves led into a trap. Their scout was being used as a puppet to beckon a food supply toward its master, with the meal being Jorg and his comrades. The ancient terror murdered and gutted Jorg’s fellow soldiers. It moved fast, like a wind of razor blades. What Jorg glimpses terrified him to his core. Scrabbling in the dirt, his clothes and face slick with blood, Jorg tried to escape, but the dark shadow of a being came upon him. It spoke in a language he could not understand. It fed him a thick ichor, and then just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
When Jorg was found, he’d suffered immense mental trauma, so much so he was in acute need of therapy. He was sent back to Germany and discharged, and for a time was placed in a facility to recover from the horror he witnessed. None believed his stories.
Returning to the only home he knew, Jorg found the family house empty. That night, Jorg slept there, dreaming once more of the thing in the desert and the alien language it spoke. That was Jorg’s last night as a mortal.
KINDRED NIGHTS: THE APOCALYPSE IS NOT EVENLY DISTRIBUTED[]
The Malkavian, Louie Frenkel, came upon Jorg sleeping in the abandoned house. Whispers and visions had brought the vampire here, and he knew that his journey was over. This was the soldier he had heard about and his daysleep. The language that Jorg mumbled in his dreams was the same that haunted Louie. Louie knew at once that fate had delivered him to this man to Embrace him. The transformation was one that both shredded and focused Jorg’s mind. He was now more aware of the world. He could see what lurked in the shadows. And he knew what slaughtered his squad — a being named Nissiku.
While Jorg feigned to follow the laws and rules of the Camarilla, his mind filled with visions. The words of Nissiku, an ancient Sumerian Malkavian, filled his mind with visions of the end times. To Jorg’s eyes he could sense the very fragile nature of what others called reality. Jorg vowed to not become a victim of these visions, and prepared for Gehenna.
Using his military and engineering training, coupled with his use of mental powers, Jorg built shelters and gathered a group of preppers — people fearing the end of the world and who sought a haven. Jorg’s new community was built in an old village in the Rhineland, and together they set to work installing the water and power supplies, while preparing for these resources to be cut off. Over time, Jorg established himself as a cult leader, speaking confidently about the coming end times, the need for solidarity against the inevitable return of totalitarian control, and their need for a new faith to light their path through the dark. Desperation, fear, and paranoia were potent tools, which Jorg used to bend the collective to his will. Jorg’s cult — the Conclave of Luminance — has grown since its inception seven years ago. With every new world crisis, more people flock to join him. Few cult members are aware of his true nature, and willingly allow him to feed upon them. And as this cult has grown, it has gained the attention of the local Camarilla Prince.
Jorg still suffers nightmares of his squad being ripped apart by Nissiku, if that is what the entity truly was. His visions and insight into the crisis unfolding in the world are stark warnings of a bloody apocalypse.
On a subconscious level, Jorg prepares the community for the coming of the methuselah, Nissiku. The community offers safety, plentiful food, and supplicants ready to serve the ancient vampire. Jorg doesn’t know what became of his mother and brothers, but wants someone to find them and deliver them to his apocalypse cult. He feels he’s the only person who can save them.
Jorg’s until-recently abandoned village, near Cologne, is a collection of farmsteads that have been repaired. Barns house communal sleeping quarters, and the land about the farmsteads is tended to by the cult. Eerie scarecrows planted in the field keep pests away and add to the general feeling that something is not quite right with the settlement.
Some Kindred believe that Jorg is not preparing for the apocalypse — he’s its horseman. Years of preparations and training have made the cult a capable militia. It is simply a matter of time until Jorg will unleash this armed force of ghouls and cultists to attack the nearest domain. Others belive that the ancient methuselah controls Jorg and his cult, warping the minds of the fanatics thanks to the Malkavian Cobweb.
Appearence[]
Jorg possesses some falsified documents allowing him to siphon money from the accounts of his cultists, but they wouldn’t stand up to close scrutiny. Jorg surveys his commune dressed in military fatigue, with his shoulder-length hair tied up in a bun. Tattoos up his arm and neck are of skulls, devils, and snakes. He’s jovial and welcoming, but during rituals, he has a booming voice, able to draw emotion and cries of exultation from his congregation.
Character Sheet[]
References[]
- VTM: Children of the Blood, p. 32-34
